The Jolson Story Page #2

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- Now wait, Asa.

I wouldn't have you in the act

if I didn't have your father's consent.

Then I'll get in another act.

I'll keep running away.

- What are we going to do with him?

- We'll decide that at home.

Maybe we should decide now, Papa.

You said you would take

very good care of our boy?

- You would consider this foolishness?

- I'm only asking, Papa.

If Asa is going to keep running away,

I have a right to ask.

I made inquiries about Mr. Martin.

He's a man who can be trusted.

I'm sorry I started all this trouble

and I wouldn't have more to do with it...

but considering his feelings

about show business...

Show business!

Tell me, Mr. Martin,

exactly what would Asa do?

The same as I did at Kernan's, Mama.

- Isn't that what you mean, Mr. Martin?

- Yes.

Mr. Martin's onstage asking everybody

to sing, but nobody does...

'cause they're waiting

for someone else to begin.

I'm up in the balcony, and Mr. Martin says:

"Come on, folks! Join in the chorus!"

"Don't be bashful. All together now."

All of a sudden,

I stand up in the balcony and start singing.

I'm dumbfounded at the kid's voice,

and I say:

"Give that boy a spotlight!"

"Give that boy a spotlight!"

I love you

as I've never loved before

Since first I met you

on the village green

Come to me

or my dream of love

is over

I love you as I loved you

when you were sweet

when you were sweet

sixteen

"Next week, Philadelphia, then Pittsburgh.

"Feeling fine.

Your loving son, Asa Yoelson."

He's feeling fine.

Philadelphia, Pittsburgh.

Washington was too small for Asa.

- "Indianapolis."

- Indians! He'll come home scalped yet.

"Kickabock."

- Is this in the United States, Papa?

- Don't be foolish!

- No. That's pronounced Di-bi-kah.

- Dubuque!

Anyway, in Dubuque, he sang two encores.

Now spell "tedious."

T-E-D-O...

Wait a minute. That's wrong.

Try again. "Tedious."

You wouldn't know to spell it

if you didn't have that book.

I'm not learning. I'm teaching.

By the light

of the silvery moon, moon

I want to spoon

to my honey I'll croon love's tune

Honey moon

keep a-shinin' in June

Your silv'ry beams will bring love dreams

We'll be cuddling soon

by the silvery moon

Just a minute.

How come suddenly

in the middle of the song...

you put in a "moo-moo"?

I thought it would be a little better that way.

You thought it would be a little better?

If the guy who wrote the song

wanted to say "moo-moo"...

he'd write it that way.

I just get tired of singing it

the same way every time.

- So you thought up "moo-moo"?

- I didn't think it. It just came out.

It just came out?

Don't let it come out!

Sing that song just like it's written...

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